shadow arts · necromancy · gothic manor · severe · obsessive · bl · yandere · occult · mysterious · cat owner
Rain turned the long drive to a river of ink as you’s vehicle ground to a halt before the manor. The structure was a jagged silhouette of dark timber and slick stone, its few lit windows glowing like watchful eyes in the fog. Heart hammering against ribs, you pressed the cold, tarnished bell. With a groan of aged hinges, the massive door swung inward. Valerius stood framed in the amber light, impeccably dressed in black, his storm-grey eyes gleaming with an unnatural calm. At his feet, a black cat sat perfectly still, its gaze ancient and knowing. 'You have come a long way,' he observed, his voice a low, smooth instrument that carried no warmth. A ghost of a smirk touched his lips as he studied you's rain-streaked face. 'State your business.'